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Billets and Bullets 

OF 



DIVISION 


CARTOONS AND RAGTIME 

—BY— 

Don Palmer — Jack Koons 


DIVISION OBSERVERS 















Copyright, 1919 
By Jack Koons 






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Dedicated to the Mother of Every Soldier 
in the Thirty-Seventh Division 









































































































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Chronology of 
Thirty-Seventh Division 


Assembled at Camp Willis, Columbus, Ohio.July, 1916 

To Mexican Border and Rio Grande.August, 1916 

Returned to Ohio.March, 1917 

War against Germany..April 6, 1917 

Mobolized at home armories.During summer 

First units at Camp Sheridan, Alabama.August, 1917 

Governor Cox visits Division.Christmas, 1917 

Division goes to Camp Lee, Virginia.May 21, 1918 

Last lap in United States to Hoboken, N. J.June 12, 1918 

Board Steamer Leviathan (Vaterland).June 13, 1918 

Move out of harbor.June 15,1918 

Brest, France.*.June 22, 1918 

In Italian railroad coaches.June 25, 1918 

Arrived Bourmont area...June 27, 1918 

In freight cars.July 20, 1918 

Arrived Baccarat area.July 21, 1918 

Left Baccarat.September 17, 1918 

Arrived Robert Espagne area.September 18, 1918 

Left in trucks and marching.September 20, 1918 

Arrived Recicourt area, Verdun salient.September 21, 1918 

“Over the Top” at Mountfaucon.September 26, 1918 

Advance 'til relieved.October 1, 1918 

At Pagney sur Meuse area.October 4, 1918 

Left Pagney sur Meuse in truck train.October 6, 1918 

In St. Mihiel...;.October 7, 1918 

In trenches until... ; .October 18, 1918 

To Pagney sur Meuse, leaving on train.October 19, 1918 

Northward through France and Belgium to Ypres.October 21, 1918 

To Hooglede area.October 22,1918 

Lichtervelde area.October 26,1918 

Muelbeke area.October 28,1918 

Denterghem area.October 30,1918 

“Over the Top” from Lys River. ..October 31, 1918 

Drove through to Escaut (Scheldt) River.November 3, 1918 

Relieved and returned to Thielt area..November 4, 1918 

Advanced again to Synghem on Escaut River.November 9, 1918 

“Over the Top” across river.November 10, 1918 

Armistice found men in trenches.November. 11, 1918 

Moving toward German border to Leeuwergem area.November 18, 1918 

Returned to Deynze.November 21, 1918 

- Oostroosbeke area.November 22, 1918 

Hooglede area again.December 4, 1918 

Roussenbrugge area.December 5, 1918 

Hoondschoote area.December 7,1918 

Wormhoudt area (back in France).December 17, 1918 

Christmas and New Years in Wormhoudt. 

Boarded trains at Esquelbecq.January 9, 1919 

Arrived Alencon area.January 11, 1919 

Review before General John J. Pershing.January 28, 1919 


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OFF XO THE FRONT 



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History Made by Ohioans 

On April 6, 1917, the United States rose up on its hind heels 
and prepared to smite the Hapsburgs and Hohenzollerns the 
knockout blow. At that time members of the Ohio National 
Guard were gargling dust, from the Rio Grande valley, from 
their throats and preparing to lead the peaceful life. The call 
for volunteers found so many responses in the Buckeye State 
that Ohio was selected as one of the four states in the Union 
to supply an entire National Guard Division for the world’s 
war. This was the 37th Division. 

During the month of August, 1917, the first contingents 
moved to Camp Sheridan, near Montgomery, Ala. Southern 
hospitality inspected the northern lads carefully and then Mont- 
gomerians opened their hearts and front doors to the Ohio boys. 
Many a “dough boy’’ decorated the front verandas of Alabama 
homes during the nine months spent in intensive training on 
the sandy drill fields of Camp Sheridan. 

In the southern cantonment the division was under the com¬ 
mand of Major General Charles G. Treat, Brigadier General 
Joseph Gaston, Brigadier General William Smith and finally by 
Major General Charles S. Farnsworth who led the Division 
victoriously through the battle fields of western France and 
Belgium. It was under his leadership that the Division received 
the commendation of French generals, the praise of King Albert 
of Belgium and the gratitude of the Allied nations. 

Following long months of training at Camp Sheridan the 
Division moved to Camp Lee, near Petersburg, Virginia, early 
in the month of June 1918. Here final preparations were made 
for the entrance into the great war. “Over seas” equipment 
was given the men and on the afternoon of June 12, the first 
train load of Ohio men moved from the camp and proceded to 
Hoboken, New Jersey, where they boarded the steamer Levia¬ 
than, formerly the German boat Vaterland. On the morning 
of June 15, the advance eschelon of the division sailed. 


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Convoyed by destroyers and cruisers the transports carrying 
the 37th Division passed through the “danger zone” without 
sighting a submarine and early in the morning of June 22, the 
transports moved slowly into the harbor at Brest, France. 

Here in great stone barracks the men enjoyed a brief rest. 
The hills of Brittany in which the rest camp was located had 
at one time been the camping ground for Julius Caeser, back 
in the crumbling ages. Four days later the men marched to a 
railroad siding where third class Italian coaches awaited them. 
Thus began their first trip toward the trenches. In the three- 
day and two-night ride that followed the Division passed through 
Morlaix, Guingamp, Brieuc, Rennes, Laval, Le Mans, Tours, 
Bourges, Nevers, Beaune, Ish-sur.-tille and Dijon to Bourmont, 
a tiny hamlet clinging on the top of a great, bald mountain. 
Here the Division was mobolized for its first trip into the trenches, 
never to leave again except to travel to different sectors, until 
the morning of November 11, 1918, when peace came to the 
world once more. 

In this area the 145th Infantry was commanded by Colonel 
S. B. Stanberry, the 146th Infantry by Colonel Robert Hubler; 
the 147th Infantry by Colonel F. W. Galbraith, Jr., and the 
148th Infantry by Colonel G. W. Stewart. Brigadier General 
Charles X. Zimmerman commanded the 73rd Brigade and 
Brigadier General William Jackson the 74th Brigade. Plans 
were made for an extensive training schedule but the Division 
was slated for immediate service and on July 24, Ohioans en¬ 
tered the trenches in the Baccarat sector, relieving the 77th 
(New York) National Army Division. This sector in the Alsace- 
Lorrain salient was in the Vosge district and in comparison to 
other portions of the line, was a quiet one. However, it was 
here the men received their baptism of fire. Machine guns and 
high explosive shells screeched through the air. Enemy airmen 
swooped through the night and bombs rocked the earth—but 
not the hearts of the men in the Fighting 37th. Just inside the 
German lines Rougemont towered, the snowy peak shadowing 
both lines of trenches. 

Within the American lines were the villages of Ancerville, 
Neuviller, Pexxone, Badonviller, Fenneviller, and Neuf Maison. 
Here with the Infantry regiments the 134th, 135th and 136th 
Machine Gun Battalions entered the trenches and began to 
write the first lines of the history of Ohio’s part in the conflict. 
Inside the German lines were the towns of Cirey, Tanconville, 
Fremonville, Foulcrey, Blamont and Igney. Neuviller, a dead 
city for more than four years, lay in No Man’s Land. Midnight 


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“Remember the day you landed at Brest? As you marched thru the 
streets Little Miss France , Junior, clung to your hand, so proud of 
her first American sweetheart .” 

patrols met on the streets of the city. Prisoners were taken and 
combats engaged in in the very church yard. The Baccarat 
sector gradually grew to be “home” to the men. Scouts and 
Observers were familiar with the German stronghold to the depth 
of eighteen miles. Until September 15, the Ohioans stung and 
harassed the Landwehr troops who opposed them. It was in 
the Baccarat sector that the first gas projector attack was “laid 
down,” striking terror to the hearts of the helmeted Germans 
who knew nothing of the arrivals of Americans on the front line. 

Upon that date the Division entrained in box cars, moving 


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northward through Toul 
and Nancy to Robert 
Espagne. After a rest of two 
days the men moved for¬ 
ward by truck and on foot 
to Recicourt, near Verdun. 
Here the 37th Division pre¬ 
pared for their first trip 
“over the top” in a con¬ 
centrated attack. This at¬ 
tack was made famous 
through the capture of 
Montfaucon, held by the 
Germans for four years, an 
invulnerable spot on the 
western front. It was from 
an Observation Post in 
Mountfaucon that the German Crown Prince viewed and direct¬ 
ed the attack against Verdun. 

Upon the night of September 22 the Buckeye boys moved 
forward into the lines directly in front of Mt. Hermont. Here 
the division earned the nickname of “Spearheads” and “Shock 
Troops,” for being able to start a drive and carry on and on 
until all objectives had been reached and captured. Avocourt, 
a demolished French village, lay in No Man’s Land. It had 
been turned over and over by constant shell fire. Grass had 
been burned and leaves scorched from trees by many gas at¬ 
tacks. High explosive shells had splintered gigantic tree trunks. 
Mud lay six inches deep on the roads and movement, wherever 
possible, was along miles and miles of duck boards. 

Just before dusk on the night of September 25, the men 
began to enter the trenches. Blankets, overcoats, packs and 
all unnecessary equipment was piled in large salvage heaps. 
Behind the lines, crouched beneath leafy screens of camouflage 
was the artillery. At 10:25 o’clock the first gun spoke and all 
along the line great splotches of red seared the sky and the 
boom, screech and crack of the gigantic pieces echoed and re¬ 
echoed through the hills. Far across the landscape, rising from 
the plain and standing out upon the horizon was Montfaucon. 
The white walls of the city could be seen distinctly in the day¬ 
time. A church steeple, long ago deserted by worshipers, stood, 
a vacant monument to the ravages of the foe. In the advance 
against Montfaucon it was necessary to advance approximately 
12 kilometers, through two dense woods, a marshy land, up a 



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OBSERVATION POST 














































sharp slope, another plain and then a sharp ascent into the 
town. It was later learned that a German Division Head¬ 
quarters was located in the town. 

Patrols advanced into No Man’s Land as the artillery cut 
away barbed wire entanglements. The great guns rose into a 
rumble and death rode through the night on shells—bound to¬ 
ward Germany. At 2:25 o’clock in the morning of September 
26 the barrage rose and thundered in volume. Like the roll of 
a mighty drum the sound could be heard for more than a hundred 
miles. At 5:05 o’clock the barrage rested on the German front 
lines—rested there for twenty-five minutes, cutting forests to 
the ground and demoralizing the enemy who fled into the deep¬ 
est dugouts. At 5:30 o’clock, the zero hour, the boys from Ohio 
went over the top. Every county and village in the states was 
represented in that attack. 

On and on they went. Machine gun nests, carefully camou¬ 
flaged with the hellishness shown only by the German, were 
discovered and destroyed. Here and there in the woodland Hun 
snipers were busy—but not for long. Men fell by the wayside 
in agony, refused assistance from comrades and urged the men 
to go forward. That was the true Ohio spirit. The spirit that 
drove the Germans back mile after mile, that resulted in the 
capture of not only Montfaucon, twenty-four hours later, but 
Cierges and Ivoiry. These towns had been held by the Germans 
for four long years and were wrested away and liberated by 
Ohioans in forty-eight hours. In the prisoner cage were huddled 
approximately 1,100 prisoners, many officers among them. 

Relief came to the tired, fighting crew on September 30. 
Back they came a laughing, joking, dirty, sleepy division of 
fighting men—no longer boys. Behind them, buried in the fields 
of eastern France, slept those sons of Ohio who had given their 
lives, their all. 


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Here and there in the war scarred meadows, mid the tangled 
poppy blossoms, rise wooden crosses, each bearing the name of 
the soldier laddy who fell in that deadly onslaught. O’er each 
grave Chaplains of the different organizations stood with bared 
heads and prayed for the boy—and the mothers and fathers 
back home—and for peace, but a peace with victory. France 
will never forget the graves of those heroes whose lives were 
given that France and the world might live in peace and the 
year of 1919 might be a year of peacefulness and prosperity to all. 

When the Ohio men went forward and captured Montfaucon 
they attacked one of the most strongly fortified sectors on the 
western front. The division was the central one of a massed 
attack and formed “the point of an arrow” in pressing forward. 
The capture of this territory liberated a railroad running be¬ 
tween Metz and Verdun so that transportation was resumed 
for the first time in four years. During that time it was always 
under shell fire. Trains were in operation within forty-eight 
hours after the capture of Montfaucon. 

Long will the men remember the horror and suffering during 
the drive. The fighting continued during a heavy downpour 
of rain that turned 
roads into quagmires. 

Artillery cassions and 
ammunition wagons, 
supply trains and trucks 
were bogged but there 
was no delay. If vehi¬ 
cles blocked the road 
they were rolled from 
the road. Members of 
112th Engineers were on 
hand to build bridges 
over great holes where 
mines had been explod¬ 
ed by the Germans in 
their retreat. 

On October 3, 1918, 
the morning sun rose to 
find the division on the 
move again. Always 
on the alert the Division 
was never idle. When 
not actually in the fight¬ 
ing line the Division was 



FLANDERS 


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EATING IN OTHER PEOPLE’S HOUSES OVER 
THERE HAS BEEN POPULAR 



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hastening to some sec¬ 
tor where the fighting 
was to be found. At 
Pagney sur Meuse, near 
Chaumont, a brief rest 
was allowed. Then, in 
motor trucks driven by 
Hindu Chinese and on 
foot, the men moved to 
the St. Mihiel sector and 
took over the trenches 
near Hattonchattel and 
Euvezin, near Mt. Sect. 

Here the French climate of weeping skies endeavored to dis¬ 
hearten the men. The Germans added ton after ton of gas 
shells to the discomfort and it made the Ohioans fighting mad. 
Midnight raids on the enemy trenches were frequent and soon 
brought the Boche to realize that they were dealing with men 
filled with the same stuff that made their ancestors famous in 
’76. Here the Division remained until October 20, when it was 
withdrawn again for a greater honor, and the men returned to 
Pagney sur Meuse. 

At this point all equipment that was not absolutely neces¬ 
sary was salvaged. Travel rations and “iron rations” were re¬ 
issued. On the night of October 21,1918, at 11 o’clock, the men 
boarded their respective box cars and the wheels began to 
clickety-click northward. Word was passed along the train, 
with the utmost secrecy, that the fighting men of Ohio were 
bound for far-off Belgium and that the 37th Division was one 
of two American Divisions picked to represent America, the 
United States, Ohio and sundry counties, cities and hamlets, 
in King Albert’s country, or what was left of it. 

The men will never forget that ride. In open box car doors 
“dough boys” squatted and munched hard tack and “corned 
Willie”. The Buckeye Division has the distinction of being the 
only American Division to fight from the southern most point 
in the Allied line to the sector farthest north. On this trip 
Ohio traveled through Neufchateau, past the old home at Bour- 
mont, Chaumont, where the American general headquarters had 
been established; Paris, Amiens, Abbeville, being one of the 
first trains to enter a spur running from Paris to Amiens by way 
of Abbeville. Langres, located upon the crest of a hill was given 
a passing glance, then came Troyes, Boulogne, Calais and Dun- 



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“Kemmel Hill" Belgium. 

kirk. Early in the morning with a jolt and a jar the box cars 
halted and came to “parade rest.” 

As dawn sneaked slowly along through the heavy blanket of 
mist and fog the men gazed from the open doors and hearts 
went kerplunk to where the hobnails connected with the bot¬ 
toms of their feet. For miles and miles around there was 
nothing to be seen but shell holes upon shell holes. Green 
water, stagnated by time, filled shell craters. Desolate, ghastly, 
silent, grim, there was nothing living to be seen as far as the 
eye could reach. 

Presently, high in the sky, there appeared a score or more of 
birds. The men watched them dip and soar, wings motionless, 
and as they came closer one could see they were vultures, scav- 
angers in the wake of the war—birds of prey. They screamed 
as they swooped over the train and disappeared in the grey, 
bleak world that opened and folded them from view. Slowly 
the day crept down and there appeared from the mist a small 
sign stuck in the mud. “This is Ypres,” it said—no one could 
dispute it. St. Jean was a heap of dripping ruins, slimy and 
moss covered. A habitation for rats and mice and crawling 
things—a lasting tomb for heroes—a last resting place for count¬ 
less men, a hellish monument to man and his ambitions—a 
sepulchre for the ages. A grey sky overcasting a grey world— 
and it was war and war was Hell. 

All through the day the division rested. At night the men 
moved forward on foot through ten miles of No Man’s Land. 
It was here that the greatest battles of the war had been fought 
and refought. The Buckeye Division was marching through 


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HE’S A VETERAN NOW 



“The day you put on that big golden service stripe 
an’ paraded down the street.” 



NO MAN’S LAND 



Belgium. Rats squeaked and scurried about, their red little 
eyes gleaming in the night. As day blessed the world again 
great windmills, shell torn and ruined, waved greetings as the 
soldiers, fagged and weary, marched by. Like gigantic beacons 
they continued to wave until a bend in the road hid them from 
view. Division Headquarters was established at Hooglede, near 
Roulers. Eight days previously the Germans had been ousted 
from this village and driven to the Lys river. On the men 
marched through Lichtervelde, Muelbeke and Denterghem. 
Here they prepared for another offensive. Belgium was to be 
shown the type of fighter who played base ball on the sand lots 
of Ohio. 

At 5:25 o’clock on the morning of October 31, “Fritzie” on 
watch along the Lys river was rudely awakened from his dreams 
of German beer and sauer-kraut, to face a typical go-get-em 
barrage. It was a typical American barrage. Five minutes of 
drum fire. Five minutes of hell, fire and damnation. Five 
minutes of terror. Across the Lys river scurried the Ohioans. 
Paddling in the icy water on logs and planks the “dough boys’’ 
went over carrying rifles and machine guns. Engineers began 
to build bridges. For a few minutes, the Germans hesitated, 


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but it didn’t take them long to decide. Back they went to 
previously arranged positions. Here they planned to stop the 
infantry but they were mistaken. In 20 minutes the Ohioans 
had reached their first objective. Three hours later they passed 
their second objective and dug in for the night. As they dug 
in the Germans dug out and started for the Escaut river. On 
the second day members of the 37th Division drove on through 
Cruyshautem and Huysse to the banks of the Scheldt (Escaut) 
river. Here, under a veritable rain of shrapnel and machine 
gun fire, they established and held the only bridge heads to be 
erected over this river during the war. 

In this drive through the fertile fields and populated country 
which had grown dormant under the four years of iron-hand 
rule of the Hohenzollern, more than twenty towns were liber¬ 
ated. Hundreds of men, women and children, laughing, crying, 
cheering, greeted the men as they advanced and entered towns. 
The yellow, red and black flags of Belgium appeared mysteri¬ 
ously from hiding places and swayed in the breeze. Apples and 
bottles of wine were resurrected and slipped down the throats 
of the boys in olive drab. Up ahead at Heurne, near Audenarde, 
the Americans were raising Cain with the Germans who were 
falling back along the river. 

On November 4, 1918, the division was relieved by a French 
division and hiked 30 kilometers to Thielt, the largest town 
they had been in since leaving Montgomery, Alabama. Here 
they brushed away the dirt and dust, waxed and grew fat until 
November 9th. On that date the Division advanced again past 
Deynze to Synghem. With peace rumours flashing through the 
air, on the morning of November 10th, the 37th Division went 
“over the top” again, crossing the Escaut river north of their 
first sector and drove the Prussian Guards before them. It was 
here that news of the armistice arrived on the morning of Nov¬ 
ember 11th. Orders had been received to suspend hostilities at 
11 o’clock. At 10 o’clock the men were prepared to follow 
another barrage. 

Squatting in “funk” holes the men carelessly rolled cigar¬ 
ettes and waited for the hour to tick around. The announcement 
was made. “Hostilities had ceased.” Calmly, confidently they 
clambered to the ground. Across the fields the Germans were 
moving away. There was no exchange of shots. Another cigar¬ 
ette. The war was over. 


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EVERY DAY LIFE IN FRANCE 



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OL’ VINEGAR BLINK’LL MISS THE BOYS 


















































































“General Farnsworth Commends 
Division” 

Headquarters 37th Division, 

American, E. F. 

12, November, 18. 

Adj. 

Doc. No. 497 
GENERAL ORDERS I 
No. 82 \ 

1. The Division Commander desires to record in General Orders his 
appreciation of the courage and sacrifice of the officers and men of the Division 
in its several recent operations, which have been crowned with such signal 
success through the splendid spirit and personal valor of our brave men. 

In its first offensive against the enemy in the Argonne, the Division in 
spite of determined resistance and the most unfavorable conditions con¬ 
fronting it, advanced several miles against the enemy in positions held by 
him for over four years, repulsing repeated counter-attacks, capturing over 
1100 prisoners, field and machine guns of many calibers, ammunition and 
other stores in large quantities. 

It was honored by being selected as one of two American divisions to 
assist the Belgians to free their country from hostile occupation. 

In its operations in Belgium an advance of over nine miles was made, 
the passage of the Escaut river forced at two points on different occasions 
and bridgeheads constructed and maintained in spite of obstinate resistance 
and in the face of intense artillery and machine gun fire. Several hundred 
prisoners, a number of field and machine guns, and military stores of all 
kinds were taken. 

For these achievements, the Division has won the respect of the French 
veterans with which it has fought side by side, has been verbally commended 
by the Commander of the French Army in Belgium (General De Boissoudy) 
and has been commended in orders by the 'General (Penet) commanding 
the French Corps of which this Division formed a part. 

Our success has not been without cost. We shall cherish always the 
memory of our brave comrades who have made the supreme sacrifice that the 
principles we have maintained from the beginning of the history of our own 
country shall not be destroyed. 

This order will be read to all organizations at the first assembly formation 
after its receipt. 

C. S. Farnsworth, 

Major General, U. S. A. 

Official: 

Dana T. Merrill, 

Colonel, General Staff, 

Chief of Staff. 


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The Military Police 


This is the M. P. 

Whose head is quite M. T. 
His arm band 
Is law in the land. 

With actions quite frisky, 
He clouts old man whiskey, 
And holds up his 
Pious right hand. 

His duties are hard, 

But still he’s a “pard,” 

And a soldier 

Way down in his heart. 

Oft’ times he is gruff, 

And inclined to be rough, 
But he’s only 
Playing his part. 

He tells us the direction, 

Is keen on inspection, 

And points out the 
Holes we must mend. 

Just give him a smile, 

And talk for a while, 

He’s a “buddy,” a comrade, 
A friend. 


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145th Infantry 


Officers and men who formed the skeleton of the 145 th 
Regiment were enlisted in the old 5th Ohio Infantry and mobol- 
ized for border service at Camp Willis, Ohio. When this Regi¬ 
ment arrived at Camp Sheridan, already mustered into Federal 
Service, it became the 145th Infantry. The majority of the 
men came from northern Ohio. Arriving in France and enter¬ 
ing the Baccarat sector they took over sectors on the line known 
as the Chasseurs, and a portion of the Village Nigre sector. 
They were under the command of Colonel S. B. Stansbery, who 
was later to command the same regiment as Brigadier General. 
Colonel Stansbery was a veteran of the Spanish American war 
and recruited and organized the 112th Train and Military Police 
before the 37th Division was formed at Camp Sheridan. 

To the 145th Infantry belongs the distinction of following 
the first barrage ever laid down before the 37th Division. This 
was on the morning of September 11, 1918, when prisoners were 
captured, among* them an officer. Colonel Stansbery, at that 
time, offered a reward of 2,000 francs, or approximately $400, 
for the first prisoner brought in. When this reward was won 
in a raid by eighteen volunteers, the money was given over to 
the Red Cross, in Paris, and a French War Orphan adopted. 

The 145th Infantry went over the top in the Argonne drive 
and was the regiment which swept through Mountfaucon. It 
was after this drive that Colonel Stansbery was promoted to 
Brigadier General and the regiment was commanded by Colonel 
Frank Gerlach. In the Belgium drives the 145th Infantry suc¬ 
cessfully bridged the Escaut river. 


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THE 37th’s FIRST FOUR PRISONERS 



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First Prisoners 


Ohio had hardly stepped into the front line trenches in the 
Baccarat Sector when volunteers from the 147th Infantry, eager 
to see the difference between a German who admitted it and 
the German-Americans who camouflaged themselves behind 
steins of beer and pinochle boards, went crawling over the top 
into “No Man’s Land.” 

It so happened that for many weeks four Germans had been 
enjoying life in a P. P. (Petit Post). The sector was a quiet 
one and in their dull minds was to remain a quiet one. They 
were squatting very comfortably on the ground discussing the 
world (as a part of Germany) and arguing as to their share in 
the division of Cincinnati, Milwaukee and St. Louis when those 
cities were captured by Wilhelm and his squad of submarines. 
One had visions of turning the breweries in Cincinnati into 
Krupp works for the final attack against Mars. He did not 
know that Ohio had gone dry and soft drinks were the still 
among those whose blood ran like water. Dreams of “der 
Vaterland” and home sunk into their brains. 

When in this state of happy intoxication they were rudely 
awakened by “dough boys” from Ohio who prodded them in 
the ribs as they yelled “Kamerad” to notify the other hound 
dogs further back in the trenches. Back across “No Man’s 
Land” they were marched to be surrounded by curious soldiers 
as soon as they struck the “duck boards” in the American lines. 

They were the first prisoners taken by the 37th Division on 
the morning of August 2, 1918 and were from the 40th Ersatz 
Regiment, 96th German Division. They were captured near 
the village of Ancerviller in Alsace-Lorraine. 


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146th Infantry 


Back in old border days when sand swept across the Rio 
Grande and it was an easy war the 146th Infantry was known 
as the 8th Ohio. Returning, after about six months service, the 
Division was scheduled to remain in Federal service and moved 
to Camp Willis, Columbus. At Camp Sheridan the 8th Ohio 
lost its identity and became the 146th Infantry. In the Bac¬ 
carat Sector this regiment occupied trenches in the Chamois 
and a portion of the Chamois sectors. In this sector was the 
famous Arc de Montreaux where Germans had established strong¬ 
holds maintained by machine gun nests. 

In the drive in the Argonne Forest this regiment distinguished 
itself advancing over Dead Man’s Hill and Hill 256, both known 
throughout the war. Against the former hill the Germans and 
French had launched attack after attack with great loss of life. 

In the Flanders offensives the 146th Regiment went forward 
under the command of Colonel James Pickering, through machine 
gun hail and heavy shrapnel fire. The regiment advanced 
through Olsene and Cruyshautem and reached its third ob¬ 
jective on the banks of the Escaut river. 

This Division was recruited and raised to war strength in 
northwestern Ohio. Wooster and Ohio Northern Universities 
are well represented among officers and men of this command. 


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Two Dough Boys patrolling No-Man’s Land as “Jerry” sends up 
a flare: “You don’t have t’ show us, we know where you are.” 


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147th Infantry 


The 147th Infantry, composed of men from southern Ohio 
and northern Ohio, from Cincinnati and Toledo was formerly 
the Sixth Ohio Infantry and saw service on the Mexican border. 
Coming to Camp Sheridan, the Regiment was placed under the 
command of Colonel F. W. Galbraith, Jr., who led the regiment 
through the entire wai;, was one of three officers in the 37th 
Division to receive a Distinguished Service Cross, was wounded 
together with Lieut. Colonel William H. Meyers in the Argonne 
offensive. 

In the Baccarat Sector this regiment captured the first 
prisoners on the morning of August 2. Here they occupied 
trenches in the Neuviller and Grand Bois Sectors. Within the 
Neuviller sector was the town of Neuviller which lay in No 
Man’s Land between the two lines. Petit Posts were often 
established in the village. 

In the Argonne drive this regiment advanced past Ivoiry, 
capturing that town and into Cierges where they established and 
maintained the line. In the Belgium offensives the 147th In¬ 
fantry saw heavy fighting near the town of Heurne on the very 
banks of the Escaut river and advanced across the river on the 
morning of November 10th, one day before hostilities ceased 


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FOUR DAYS OF HELL 



Heurne on fire from Hun shells while the 37th’s doughboys held the 
Escant river fifty yards beyond. 


148th Infantry 

The 148th Infantry was formerly the 3rd Ohio Regiment, 
commanded by Colonel Robert Hubler and after returning from 
border service was never mustered out. On guard duty through¬ 
out southern Ohio, eastern Indiana and West Virginia the regi¬ 
ment established Headquarters at Cincinnati until the command 
moved to Chillicothe, previous to moving to Camp Sheridan. 
Here it became the 148th Infantry. 

Before entering the trenches in Baccarat, the Regiment came 
under a new commander, Colonel G. W. Stewart. This regiment 
occupied the Ancerviller and De la Blette sector and supported 
the first gas projector attack laid down by American troops in 
the Alsace-Lorraine front. German prisoners, when interrogated, 
said this attack was successful and struck terror to the hearts 
of the enemy. 

In the Argonne drive this regiment was on the extreme left 
of the Division sector and had continuous fighting through wood¬ 
land and marshy bottoms. They entered Cierges with the 147th 
Infantry and placed patrols beyond that town when the Division 
was relieved. 

In the Belgium offensive the 148th Infantry advanced to the 
Escaut river and had casualties in the town of Heurne. This 
regiment saw heavy fighting on all fronts and had frequent gas 
baths in the Pannes sector near St. Mihiel. 


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FRENCH BILLETS 



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“Ruined Cathedral at Ypres .” 


Ypres and Belgium 

For four long years Belgium was scarred by a strip of hell ten miles wide 
and more than one hundred miles long. It was the most cruel and most 
deadly stretch of land in the world’s war. Churned by millions of high 
explosive shells, pock marked by shrapnel, seared and scorched by gas until 
trees wilted and died; blanketed always by mists and fogs, damp, dismal, 
bleak, bare, it was not a habitation for man, but for crawling things and 
Death. In this territory men existed in dugouts from which water was 
pumped continually to guard against drowning. In the winter it became a 
sheet of ice broken only where black, stagnant waters in huge shell holes 
did not freeze. Here the 37th Division marched past Ypres, St. Jean, Dix- 
mude, Passchendale Ridge, Poperinghe, Kimmel Hill, Messine Ridge and 
Poelcappel—all ruined, never to be rebuilt, graveyards for thoughts and 
souls. Cemeteries had been built in places behind the lines but they were 
not held sacred and high explosive shells sought and penetrated many graves. 

The soggy earth 
permitted the 
crude wooden 
crosses to sag and 
sway together as if 
seeking support a- 
mong themselves. 
Here in one soldier 
cemetery there 
are buried 75,000 
men. The Ger¬ 
mans resorted to 
the hellish use of 
gas for the first 
time in this area 
violating all laws 
of humanity. 


The fields where poppies grew. 

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112th Engineers 


In the 112th Engineers one finds a solid stonewall of 
Clevelanders and northern Ohio men. Recruited by 
Colonel John J. McQuigg the organization practically 
built Camp Sheridan, Alabama. Great drainage ditches 
were dug, the rifle and artillery range built and rivers 
spanned. 

The regiment was taken over by Colonel W. H. Sage, 
who led them in the hard work of the Argonne and Bel¬ 
gium drives. It was the task of the engineers to build and 
maintain roads through the forest and valley near Mount- 
faucon. Roadways were more than a foot deep with mud 
and the great task of building plank roadways fell to them. 
Night and day they labored. So eager were these men 
to fight with the infantry they assembled with rifles and 
ammunition during the Argonne offensive and announced 
their intentions of going forward. But they were needed 
in engineering work. 

In Belgium it was the Engineers who floated the first 
pontoon bridges across the Escaut (Scheldt river). Al¬ 
though high explosive shells ripped the structure away 
time after time and machine gun bullets swept the river 
the engineers continued their work until two bridges were 
firmly established across the river. 


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Passing private to his comrade: “That guy’s been takin’ French 
lessons from that little mademoiselle fer two weeks an’ he don’t know 
any more than when he began.’’ 


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Hospitals 

Take off your hats to the pill rollers. They were the 
lads who went forward without guns or ammunition, 
armed with a stretcher and bandages to the very front 
lines and, regardless of danger, gave “first aid” to the 
wounded and then carried those too badly injured to 
walk, back to dressing stations. Their work continued 
through the long hours of the night and all through the 
day. 

Hospitals were established under trees and in dugouts 
during the drive against Mountfaucon. Here they were 
led by Colonel Lewis Brechmin assisted by Major Ale- 
shire Neale and Major John D. Spelman. Major Spel- 
man later became Director of Field Hospitals acting in 
this capacity during the offensives in Belgium. 

In the 145th, 146th, 147th and 148th Field Hospitals 
and Ambulance Companies there are men from all parts 
of Ohio. Every University and College is represented and 
“frat” meetings were oft-times held in wayside billets. 


Marching Song 

OHIO 

(before) 

Ohio, Ohio, the hills 
Send back the cry, 

We’re here to do or die, 

Ohio, Ohio, we’ll win 

The war or know the reason why. 

And when we win the war, 

We’ll buy a keg of booze, 

And drink to old Ohio, 

’Till we wobble in our shoes. 

(after) 

Ohio, Ohio, the hills 
Send back the cry, 

We’re here to do or die, 

Ohio, Ohio, we’ll win 

The war or know the reason why. 

And when we win the war, 

We’ll buy a bottle of pop, 

For the slackers voted 
Ohio dry while 
We went “over the top.” 


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A “FAVORITE” PASTIME 



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Sixty-Second Depot Brigade 

The Sixty-second Depot Brigade was formed at Camp 
Sheridan, Alabama, and lived but a short two weeks. 
It was under the command of Brigadier General Charles 
X. Zimmerman and composed of the First Ohio Infan¬ 
try, under Colonel F. W. Galbraith, Jr.; the Tenth 
Ohio and the Seventh Ohio Infantry. The purpose of this 
Brigade was to be a replacement depot for the 37th Division 
and some doubt was voiced as to whether or not officers 
and men of this Brigade would see active service. 

However, with the breaking up of the Depot Brigade 
the men were transferred into four other regiments of the 
Division. Colonel Galbraith accompanied the majority 
of the men from the 1st Ohio Infantry, recruited in Cin¬ 
cinnati and vicinity, into the 147th Infantry. The re¬ 
mainder of the southern Ohio men entered the 148th In¬ 
fantry, commanded at that time by Colonel Robert Hubler, 
formerly Colonel of the First Ohio Infantry. 

Men from the 10th Ohio Infantry were transformed 
into a Machine Gun Battalion along with officers and men 
from the machine gun companies of the regiments in the 
Depot Brigade. And so endeth the 62nd Depot Brigade. 


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THE BELGIAN RETURNING HOME 


























112th Field Signal Battalion 


The 112th Field Signal Battalion saw service from 
the start to the finish. Night and day they strung lines 
of communication and maintained them under the most 
adverse circumstances. It was the duty of officers and 
men to advance with the Infantry in all offensives and 
have telephones in working order along the front lines. 
It was the radio station that attached the Buckeye 
Division to the outer world when all other means of 
communication failed. 

All communication was maintained along “axial” 
roads, planned before the drives. From these wires there 
ran smaller wires in all directions. Each Infantry Regi¬ 
ment, Brigade Headquarters and Artillery Battery had 
liaison through the Signal Battalion. Often the wires 
were broken by heavy shell fire, stopping communication 
with organizations then advancing. Forward through 
gas, shrapnel and screeching steel went the men of the 
Signal Battalion and repaired the broken tips through 
which whispered words passed; even as the tape was being 
bound around the break. During an offensive or in any 
sector of the line the duty of the Signal Battalion is one 
of the most important. 

From Baccarat through the entire campaign this organ¬ 
ization was commanded by Major R. L. Mundhenk. 
This Battalion is composed largely of men from northern 
Ohio and Columbus. 


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’MID SHOT AND SHELL 



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Division Headquarters 


Division Headquarters, in the minds of the “dough boys” was a faraway place where no 
one did anything but growl and grumble and the Infantry did all the work. It was a mistaken 
conception. Division Headquarters was always represented along with the Infantry, in every 
sector and in every offensive. The work of Division Headquarters was never regulated by 
the call of a bugle. It was this office that labored night and day making plans which went 
far into future and arranging for the comforts and welfare of the organizations in the 37th 
Division. 

Major General C. S. Farnsworth, succeeded to the command of the Buckeye Division at 
Camp Sheridan, Alabama, and for some time was an unknown quantity to the rank and file. 
Until they came to know him he was looked upon, more or less, in awe, having only the heavy 
bossing to do, they believed, while others performed the necessary work. But as the Division 
“jumped off” on the morning of September 26,1618, they found General Farnsworth everywhere 
at once. Straight ahead with the Infantry he rode fearlessly along roads swept by machine 
gun and artillery fire. Time and again he was cheered—and the men remember him as a 
man, more as a father, who came up to see how they were getting along, than as a command¬ 
ing officer. 

The size of a division, composed of its many elements and numbering more than 30,000 
officers and men, precludes the commanding General or any other one man from handling it 
without assistants, and many of them. These assistants form a group called the Division Staff. 
As right hand man to the General, putting his policies into effect, supervising and coordinating 
the work of the Division Staff, is the Chief of Staff. It is his duty to remain awake during 
the entire war. How he does it is a mystery. Colonel Dana T. Merrill, was Chief of Staff 
during the entire action of the Division and then was called to the United States from Bel¬ 
gium. This office was then taken by Colonel E. E. Fuller, who piloted the Division home. 

The staff is a group of specialists, each having a certain work to perform. This work 
must continue night and day. This Staff is divided into three general groups. In the A. E. 
F. they were called G-l, G-2 and G-3. Lt. Colonel Herbert Twelvetree is G-l, in charge of 
all matters pertaining to Supply, Medical, Ordnance, Quartermaster and Transportation. 
Working in conjunction with him were Lt. Colonel John Shetler, Division Quartermaster; 
Colonel Otto Miller, Division Ordnance Officer and Colonel Lewis Brechmin, Division Sur¬ 
geon. Lt. Colonel L. R. Gignilliat became G-2 the day after the armistice was declared. In 
the office during the entire time spent on the front were Captain Burton Robinson, Intelligence 
Officer, and Lieut. Frank Kramer, Interrogator of German prisoners. The G-2 office comprises 
Intelligence, including observation, counter-espionage, aerial observation, scouts, patrols and 
censorship. G-3, or Operations Section, was started by Lt. Colonel L. C. Grieves and later 
under the direction of Major Sumner Waite. Operations has nothing to do with hospital 
but with the movement of troops along the battle line and in training. In the Adjutant’s 
Office Lt. Colonel R. E. Fraile ponders over all paper work ranging from furloughs to general 
orders and bulletins. 

Chaplain John F. Herget, Division Chaplain, was responsible for the religious, educational 
and entertainment features of the Division. He, together with Chaplains of other organiza¬ 
tions buried those Ohio lads who fell in France and Belgium. Colonel Hubert Turney, Judge 
Advocate, was the last word in Military Law. Major Harry W. Brown, Veterinarian, was 
responsible for the care of the horses of the Division. Lt. Colonel Chalmers Wilson, Division 
Signal Officer, provided communication and liaison between organizations. Captain Kenneth 
Althaus, assistant G-3, left the Division and remained in France. Captain Howard Fenker, 
Secretary of the General Staff, compiled the Division History day by day. Captain Arthur 
Gordon, Assistant Adjutant remained in France. 

There you have ’em in a nut shell. 


“COOTIES” 


Ttfors 

Of=-£A< 



“Friends 


yy 


There are friends of all descriptions, 

And they fill our own prescriptions. 

There are good ones and some bad ones in the bunch 
But the friendly little cootie, 

Is the one who does his duty, 

And does it with a will and with a punch. 

He sticks with us when sleeping, 

And about us goes a 'creeping, 

He’s the best friend of a soldier in the fray. 

Try as you may to lose him, 

No soldier can confuse him. 

He’s a friendly little beggar bound to stay. 

And now that we must leave him, 

We hate like ’ell to give him. 

We know how’ bad it’s gonna’ make him feel. 

Every hour band has its minute, 

And every ‘gray-back’ has his limit, 

When he takes us for his hotel and his meal. 


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ANOTHER COMRADE 



“THE MASCOT” 


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Man’s Best Friend 


There are men in this world who do not make friends with man. In 
their hearts there is a lonesomeness, a grief that becomes cemented there as 
time passes. In the majority of such cases these men make good soldiers. 
They are brave and know no fear—but they are lonseome. Deep in their 
hearts there is a longing for companionship, a craving for friendship, a yearn¬ 
ing for affection. 

In the 37th Division there was such a man. He was respected by men in 
his company but was apart from them. Letters?—His name was never 
called by the mail orderly. His tasks were well done and when finished he 
withdrew into quiet places, away from the fireside of friendship. He took 
no part in the fun making—from the time he enlisted until—well he had no 
friends among the men. 

It was on the Baccarat Sector that he stood on the parapet gazing across 
the wire entanglements into the night when something crawled forward from 
the German lines. The silent man thought it was a deserter but as the 
figure came closer he saw it was a dog; dragging itself painfully along. For 
some time he watched the animal and then crawled out upon this field of 
death and carried the whimpering puppy, for it was a puppy, back into 
the lines. 

A forefoot hung limp and bloody, shattered by a sniper’s bullet. Opening 
his first-aid kit this silent man bandaged the dog’s foot. A warm tongue 
caressed his fingers and great brown eyes spoke the suffering animal’s grati¬ 
tude. Through the final hours of the watch the dog lay at the feet of this 
Samaritan. When relief came the silent man carried the puppy back into a 
dug-out. Thus began a friendship that became known throughout the regi¬ 
ment. 

On long hikes through France and into Belgium the two were never apart. 
To find one might to find the other. In the still watches of the night the 
two stood guard and many a growl from the dog announced the presence 
of an enemy patrol. He knew the smell of the Boche and hated them. In 
box cars, as officers turned their backs, the dog curled close to the silent 
man and the two slept side by side. 

At Olsene, Belgium, as the Buckeye Division prepared to go “over the 
top” again, the silent man led the dog into a wrecked building. There was 
no roof. With trembling hands he tied the dog to a timber. A bed of hay 
was placed in a corner. As the hour approached for the advance of the 
Infantry, he sat silently with the'dog. Dawn began to creep down upon them. 
The silent man stooped and took both shaggy paws in his hands. His head 
was pressed against the dog and a red tongue begged for freedom. The 
hour arrived. 

“So long, Old Pal,” said the silent man and the warm tongue touched 
his cheek. There was no other parting. Rifle on shoulder, steel helmeted, 
the silent man went forward. Behind him the dog strained at the leash. 

When the Regiment was relieved and passed through Olsene on the way 
to the rear the pup was still waiting for the silent man—his friend. 




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Just Memories 


Officers and men of the Buckeye Division fought a hard war at Camp 
Sheridan, Alabama, with Montgomery handing over the keys of the city to 
the men from Ohio. Old Sol, who was reputed to live in “Sunny France,” 
had moved to Alabam’ and made life worth living. There were regular 
tents to live in, good old pyramidals, mess halls where one could actually 
sit down to eat and the “chow” never included hardtack or “corned Willie.” 
And then down behind the company streets were shower baths where hot 
water burst from spouts and coursed down across broad shoulders. “Beau- 
coup” automobiles chugged along the roadways and cries of “Gonna Camp” 
was music to our ears. 

Here and there were canteens where hungry soldiers could buy chocolate 
for less than ten francs, apples and whatever he wished. If he didn’t have 
the money there were canteen checks—and pay on pay-day. Street cars, 
the old Pickett Springs and the Sheridan lines, clanged through the camp— 
at intervals. Conductors and motormen found the traction business a profit¬ 
able one. Just see those embers, burning in the incinerator in front of the 
mess hall and the lights in the officers’ huts across the dusty road. 

As night came ’round the neigh of the horses back in the stables mingled 
with the nasal tones of the company quartette. From the band quarters 
came sundry toots and whistles and K. P.’s rattled pots and pans in the 
kitchen. The old water bag perspired in the warm air. 

And then, as the street cars climbed slowly over the squeaking trestle 
and coasted down past the Capital Building, the streets became crowded 
with soldiers. There was no steel helmet or gas mask to carry around. 
Peanut stands and soft drink parlors were open to you. There was Court 
Square and the Information Bureau where band concerts were held during 
the week. Hotels allowed one to browse about the lobby, even though the 
soldier-gentleman was making a modest $33 per. 

Churches, entertainments and lawn fetes were sunshine to the heart of 
the Ohio lads. “Dough boys,” sun burned and freckled, blushed under the 
gaze of the southern lassies and sighed amourously when the southern accent 
became prominent. Ohio girls were in danger of losing their sweethearts 
more in Montgomery, Alabama, than in any place in France. Remember 
how the great, pale, yellow moon sneaked slowly into the sky and mandolins 
tinkled from behind the honeysuckle; in the shadow of the veranda. In 
the fields of cotton negroes droned their melancholy melodies. 

Real theaters and motion-picture theaters were there. And then there 
was mother and father and sister and brother—and maybe some one else 
who surprised you when they stepped from the train and kissed you square 
upon the mouth, when you hadn’t been kissed for so long. 

And when you wished to return to good old Ohio there was a furlough 
for the asking and a ride in real Pullmans—not the side door kind so popular 
in France and Belgium—and, well, Camp Sheridan and Montgomery are 
welded into the memories of every man in the 37th Division until they can 
never be erased. 


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Bingo Goes The Lingo 

(French As She Was Spoken.) 

“Madam, Ma-damn, comentalleyvoo. 
(Whut’s that you say, ’sensonk’), 

Treas Beans, that may be forty-two, 
Too much for one vin blanc. 

This lingo sorta’ gets my goat, 
Whoever heard such words? 

I studied French when on the boat, 
And now I meet these birds.” 

“Ah, wee mussewer, I compre, 

You are en A-mer-eek, 

Un souvenir, Toots sweet, toots sweet, 
I come again nex week. 

Cognac? Ah NO, de peelice yu seee, 
Vin blanc, vin rouge, caffee. 
Shampaign? Wee, for ‘boco’ francs, 
De Yankee spends his pay.” 

“Cum on, less go. ‘Olive Oil’ madame. 
Aleea, allea,—(A cigarette?) 

Kin you beat that guy for nerve 
Me smokin’ bull and papers wet, 

I’ll knock him fer a curve. 

Whus’ that you’ll give. A ‘sue?’ 

Why gee, He really wants a smoke. 

A cigarette? Just take a few, 

You fightin,’ cheerful bloke.” 


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PARLEYING THE LINGO 



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FROM THE GOOD OL’ UNITED STATES 


Mo thpr » 

RH PINT FROM 
RLFU3mMI=I, f^H'ri 

From th* 
United 3tht&s 




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“Hello Sambo” 


When training in Camp Sheridan, Alabama, men of the 37th 
Division saw for the first time the real southern negro in a good 
old southern town. When traveling through France in “side 
door” Pullmans, the Ohio “doughboy” saw many American 
negroes plodding along. When questioned as to where they 
lived in the United States the answer was almost always “Ala¬ 
bama,” accompanied by a display of pure white “ivories” that 
delighted the Ohioans. 

But there was one who evidently was not from Alabama. 
It was during the Argonne drive that a lone infantryman stumbled 
along, tired and weary. He was looking for companionship 
when he stumbled across a short, squat, negro standing astraddle 
of a trench. French Colonial troops wear the same sorta’ 
polish on their faces but do not speak English. The American 
was wary and decided to put the question straight. 

“Are you from Alabama,” he said. 

“No sah,” came the reply and the inevitable grin, “I’s from 
the U-U-ITnited States.” 


112th Train and Military Police 

Soldiers need food and clothing no matter where they are. 
Ohio doughboys have great appetites and are hard on breeches. 
It was the duty of men in the Supply Train to get, not only 
necessities, but ammunition and material forward to the lines. 
In quiet sectors this task was not easy and during offensives 
it became almost impossible. Under the direction of Colonel 
Robert Hubler, they solved the problem. 

The 112th Military Police, recruited in Cincinnati and Col¬ 
umbus, commanded by Major Ralph D. Cole, faced a hard task. 
It is a ticklish proposition to tell a fellow soldier when to go to 
bed and not to sing too loud but the work was handled diplo¬ 
matically. The work did not stop here however. They were 
along the front to bring prisoners to the rear and to regulate 
traffic on roadways which were always under heavy shell fire. 


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Message Center and Dispatch Riders 

In every war since the stone age, liaison and the establishing 
of lines of communication have been one half the battle. In 
the modern age the telephone sometimes fails especially when a 
250 pound shell strikes and explodes among lines of telephone 
wire. Then it is the duty of the Message Center and Dispatch 
Riders to carry messages any place and under all conditions. 
During offensives dispatch riders rode motorcycles into the 
front lines and across roads when machine gun bullets raised 
tiny clouds of dust around them. Riding a motor cycle at night, 
without lights of any kind became a habit with these men. 
More than one found his way into a hospital with a broken 
leg, fractured arm or bruised body. But they stuck to it. 


Machine Gun Battalions 

The 134th, 135th and 136th Machine Gun Battalions were 
in action from the time the barrier was lifted until the bell 
rang at the finish. Advancing steadily with the Infantry, these 
men struck terror to the hearts of the Hun who attempted to 
maintain postions in shell craters and behind hedges. The 
134th Battalion was known as the Divisional Battalion and was 
held in reserve and then rushed to that portion of the line where 
fighting was hardest. The 136th Battalion distinguished them¬ 
selves when machine gunners brought down a Boche airplane 
during the first Belgium drive near Huerne. These battalions 
were directed by Divisional Machine Gun Officer Charles C. 
Chambers. 


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Troubles of - 

TH£ REDUCE CENTER 


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Mess Pan 


RATIONS. 


W&V»V<?t> (3IFTOS 
Comp oiv ip i/oh 



Many cans of hard tack, 

Many tins of “Willie,” 

Make a mighty army, 

But drive the soldier silly. 

There are many fashions, 

In dishing out the grub, 

But eating “Iron Rations,” 

Seems to be rub. 

Served the same for supper, 

As it was for dinner, 

How our stomachs suffer. 

Growing thin and thinner. 

As important as a gun, 

They say it is nutritious. 

After eating half a ton, 

We find it is quite vicious. 

It may be either horse or cow, 

But when the cooks are lazy, 

They feed it to us for our “chow,” 
And drive us nearly crazy. 

It is a menu in itself, 

And now we have to buy it, 

To place upon the pantry shelf, 

A reminder of our diet. 




“VINEGAR BLINK.” 

There’s a certain fascination in most every kind of nation and the world’s 
a small old planet after all. There are different ways of thinking and habits 
as to drinking, but the stuff that we’ve been drinking beats ’em all. There 
is beer and rum and whiskey, but to quench your thirst is risky, for one 
often takes too much—and there’s an end. But in France, the land of lilies, 
where they call the maidens “filles,” they have a drink that has a secret 
blend. It’s a mixture filled with mystery and the name will live in history, 
from now on, down through the sands of time. Between the French and 
Yankees, who bought up all lace “hankies” there was a chain of friendship 
all sublime. But in spite of manly kissing there was something surely miss¬ 
ing, as in Darwin’s theory many years ago. We put on our Sunday manners 
and they hung out all their banners, but we could’nt get together on the 
“go.” It was something sadly lacking, didn’t have the proper backing, in 
this chain there was a missing link. But the soldier sought and found it, 
took it up and slowly downed it, the cooling, soothing, sparkling, “VINEGAR 
BLINK.” 


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T oday—T omorr ow 


When you’r hikin’, ’en you’r weary, 

’En your heart is far from cheery, 

Your feet are blisterin’ hot 
And full of pain. 

As the pack strap cuts your shoulder, 
Then you feel ten long years older, 

And your helmet weighs a ton 
Upon your brain. 

Far away a light’s a’burning, 

There a mother’s heart is yearning, 

And a father sits and muses 
By the fire; 

Though they write of joy and gladness, 
In their hearts there is a sadness, 

For they know that you are 
Struggling through the mire. 

Through the air the shells are screaming, 
Up ahead the flares are gleaming. 

About you Death claims payment 
In the fray. 

Life is full of pain and sorrow 
As the gray dawn heralds the morrow, 
And scatters criminal night 
Before the day. 

But now that all is ended, 

And the broken world is mended. 

Let’s forget about the past 
And start anew. 

For the future lies before us. 

And the folks back home adore us. 
Opportunity is waiting— 

Just for you. 

So just step from out the strife, 

Back into the civil life, 

Where you left off; though many 
Months have past. • 

For the bee that gets the honey, 

And the man who makes the money, 

Is the one who sticks and works— 

Until the last. 


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IN THE RUINS OF DIXMUDE 



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Home 


America has been spared the horrors of war that will live 
forever in Belgium and France. Along the western front villages 
have been completely demolished, churches and cathedrals de¬ 
stroyed, farms laid waste and forests cut to the ground. 

Belgium has suffered far more than France in this respect. 
At Ypres the world famous Cloth Hall and Cathedral are but 
heaps of debris. In Dixmude, where a city of 15,000 population 
once stood, there is nothing to distinguish where peaceful homes 
once stood. The streets in which laughing children played, the 
schools, stores and shops were deserted by the inhabitants when 
the German artillery trained its guns upon the town. For a 
time this town lay in No Man’s Land and was held by the 
Germans and British at different times. 

The heavy shell fire rolled gigantic stones high upon heaps 
of wreckage. In spite of this great handicap Belgium has al¬ 
ready started to rebuild. Two days after hostilities ceased there 
appeared in the once beautiful village of Dixmude a woman. 
She was searching for her home. About her, for miles stretched 
the No Man’s Land, dark and bleak and the great splotches of 
red brick dust, crushed by high explosive shells. 

She was the first to return to what had once been home to 
her and for more than a half day she searched patiently for some 
trace of the dwelling. Finally, late in the afternoon she found 
the old door step, a cement block bearing the name of the family. 
It had been tossed a great distance from the place where the 
building had stood five years before. As she prodded the dust 
and rubbish away from the block she smiled, but tears came 
from beneath the drooping eyelids. There was sadness and 
gladness—but she was a brave soul. Through her tears she 
declared her intention of returning to Dixmude with her aged 
father and mother to build a new home in this desolated area. 
It is the spirit of the Belgium people. Our hearts go out to 
them. Thank God America saw fit to enter the great war when 
it did. 


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“THE OBSERVATION SECTION ON THE JOB AT SYNGHEM, 
BELGIUM, SUNDAY, NOV. 10 AND MONDAY, NOV. 11, 1918.” 



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HIKIN’ TO THE VERDUN FRONT 



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The Question Settled 

Since the German armies started their march to Victory (?) 
and the 37th Division stopped buying civilian suits and civilized 
shoes there had been doubt in the minds of the Buckeye soldiers 
whether the Boche directed his artillery against churches or not. 
After entering the trenches it did not take “Jerry” long to 
convict himself. 

It was at Euvezin on the St. Mihiel Sector that the 37th 
Division found a deserted church. Evidently everyone had 
moved out of town for there was no reception committee to 
meet the Division when it marched in about 2 o’clock in the 
morning. At 3 o’clock many Ohio snores rose and echoed in 
the gables of this place of worship. Whizzzzz—booom—bang— 
whee—away went the corner of the church and sleep fled from 
sleepy heads. The church was vacated in 3 seconds, flat, a 
record in leaving church, and the question was settled. 



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“Sunny France” 

SOME BOOB 

WITH A POETIC LICENSE 
AND NO BRAINS IN HIS HEAD, 

AT ONE TIME CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF THE 
SUN, SOME PLACE IN FRANCE. IT ASTONISHED 
HIM AND HE SAT DOWN AND WROTE A POEM ABOUT 
IT AND CALLED IT 
“SUNNY FRANCE.” 

THEN THE ENTIRE WORLD SAT UP AND RUBBED IT’S 
EYES AND ACTUALLY BELIEVED THAT THE SUN 
SHONE IN FRANCE, WHICH IT DOES: NOT, 
BECAUSE THERE’S ONLY ONE PLACE IN 
THE WORLD WHERE IT SHINES AND 
THAT IS AT HOME AND NOT IN 
“SUNNY FRANCE.” 


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HOW WE HATE MULES! ! 



Privates Bill Jones and Marty Junkins declare the bray of a mule 
sounds exactly like one of Jerry’s shells coming over. 


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WHAT’S A WAR WITHOUT A CIGARETTE? 



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That Service Stripe 

There’s a thrill that comes to the heart of every soldier in 
the American Expeditionary Force, if he is human enough to be 
thrilled, and that is when the first six months have passed and 
the gold service stripe is placed upon his sleeve. In the 37th 
Division the first service strips began to appear on December 
22, and as organizations reached the six months service date, 
the golden bar became visible throughout the entire Buckeye 
Division. 

But there were other stripes far greater than the service 
stripe. On the sleeve of the left arm you will see another gold 
stripe—the wound stripe. Those ar ( e the stripes that are en¬ 
vied by officers and men alike. The smallest “buck” private 
in the rear rank, if he wears a wound stripe, is envied by the 
greatest general, if he does’nt wear one. The Buckeye Division 
has its share of such stripes. When reviewing the Division 
General John J. Pershing stopped before every man wearing a 
wound stripe and asked in what battle the wound was received. 

Those greatest heroes of all, those who died upon the fields 
of France and Belgium are remembered only in the hearts of 
their relatives and comrades. In the homes in God’s Country 
gold service stars shine from windows where sons or husbands 
have given their lives that freedom might live. Soon these 
flags will disappear and the memory of time will fade these 
heroes until their names become part of the ages. But they 
will never be forgotten. No—they will live forever and forever. 
Heroes, everyone of them; men—all of them. 

The world will always remember how they struggled onward 
and onward through hell itself; until, they fell by the wayside 
and sank into everlasting sleep. Heroes of the 37th Division, 
the towns and cities of Ohio will long treasure your memory. 
Greater than the heroes of the olden days, for you fought and 
died for a cause of righteousness; for no personal gain. The 
United States and Ohio is proud of you and the men of the 
Buckeye Division. 


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Dugouts 


Dugouts are not dug out. They are dug in. The only ones who ever dug out of a dugout 
were the Germans who dug out as soon as they saw the 37th Division stepping “Over the 
Top.” Dugouts remind one of home because they are so different. To enter a dugout one 
must step forward in the dark and fall gracefully down the steps. No real lady ever comes 
into a dugout—neither does a gentleman. They cease to exist as soon as they start into any 
dugout. A candle, several large families of rats, many drops of water, seeping through the 
roof, and a gas alarm bell are the usual furnishings of the modern dugout. 

Dugouts are abominations to mankind until “Jerry” starts dropping 77’s and 105’s and 
a few airplane eggs nearby. Then they are in great demand. Dugouts must be pumped 
out every day for fear of drowning the soldiers who are in them if the water is allowed to stand. 
Now that the war is over there are many thousand dugouts for rent in France and Belgium. 
But like the hole in the doughnut—no one wants ’em. A dugout isn’t worth a tinker’s darn 
during peace time. All dugouts smell like fertilizer factories. Some are deeper than others. 
The deeper the better. In America they are called cyclone cellars. It is impossible to take 
one home for a souvenir. Your girl will ask for one anyway but don’t let that worry you. 
Send her a picture of yourself with your mouth open. She won’t know the difference. 

Dugouts arc usually inhabited by officers. They are accustomed to them. Dngouts 
don’t grow. They are built just before a drive so that two days later they must be built over 
again. There is no money in building dugouts and a damned rotten business but they are 
worth a million dollars when you need ’em. One can catch hell and pneumonia in any dug- 
out. You catch the former first and the latter afterwards. Here’s hoping we’ve seen the 
last of the dugouts. 


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“The Flanders Revue” 


With the ending of the war on November 11. it became necessary for someone to do some¬ 
thing to amuse the Ohio lads and keep their minds off the first boat that left for America and 
so a “morale” raiser was started and the 37th Division Theatrical company waltzed across 
the stage. In the cast there were “stars” who gave up starring to handle a machine gun 
or a rifle. The show opened with a regular Kentucky Minstrel and the curtain went down 
on the last act over a burlesque performance that would make any of the old timers jealous. 

Colonel Lewis Brechmin, Division Surgeon, was the genius who piloted the show over 
its first trip and Lieutenant Arthur C. McArthur, was the central figure around which the 
performances were built. The first performance was given at Wormhoudt, Belgium, in a 
tiny theater which had previously been used by the British. It played to a full house (in the 
common sense of the word) and has continued to play before the same style of houses. 

The theatrical troupe has had to depend almost entirely upon its own wit to pull the laughs 
across, for theatrical communication with the states and Flo Ziegfield has been delayed in 
transmission, as per usual. The two end-men. William Murphy and Grant A. Martin, both 
veterans of the footlights, succeeded in raising the morale of the Buckeye men until their heads 
throbbed like hot thermometers. Private Don Palmer, he whose tricky pen illustrated this 
volume of spasmodic pain, honored the men with a cartoon stunt—all his own. 

Sergeants Charles Muscroft and Charles McClure, from Zinzinnati (Vas you ever there?) 
raised Cain with the ivories and harmony in general. Private Frank V. Strasser, female im¬ 
personator was so realistic that all the men in the Buckeye Division fell in love with him at 
first sight. Private James B. Shaffer, a dancer, twisted his way across the stage. Private 
Hoglan and Polen, presented an act of negro and white that had the soldier audience convulsed 
with laughter. 

On the night of January 28, 1919, General John J. Pershing, Commander in Chief of the 
Expeditionary Forces, occupied a box at a performance given by the Buckeye actors. He for¬ 
got about the war and even the Peace conference during the two hours that followed and upon 
leaving said the 37th Division Theatrical Company was the best on the A. E. F. Circuit. 

The following is a model program as presented in Alencon, France. 


“FLANDERS—REVUE.” 

4 ( Ohio's 37 th Division on Another Front.) 


The Big Barrage Minstrel. 


Private Harlem Hoglan, Interlocutor. 
Private William Murphy, End Man. 
Private Grant A. Martin, End Man. 
Sergeant Kennerdell E. George, Chorus. 
Sergeant Will Senhauser, Chorus. 
Sergeant Christy A. Metzger, Chorus. 


Corporal Ray J. Covert, Chorus. 
Corporal Michael Mellody, Chorus. 
Private Frank D. Cortright, Chorus. 
Private Frank D. Murray, Chorus. 
Private Earl Bean, Chorus. 

Private George A. Gillaum, Chorus. 


Private Don Palmer, Rapid Fire Cartoonist. 


Sanitary Train Octette.—A Volley of Harmony. 

Sgts. William A. Senhauser, Christy W. Metzger, Corp. Ray. J. Covert, Pvts. Lawrence W. 
Morrison, Frank D. Cortright, Frank D. Murray, George A. Gillaum, Earl D. Bean, 

Charles Kennedy. 


Privates Hoglan and Polen—In Civilian and Black. 
Private James B. Shaffer—Who dances with Vim. 
Sergeants Muscroft and McClure—Character Singers. 


The Burlesque. 

(A Burlesque on BurleyQ) 

Introducing Privates Wm. Murphy and Grant Martin, Comedians. 
Private Frank V. Strasser, Female Impersonator. 

Chorus Girls. 

Sgt. John J. Bowling, Corp. Ezra K. Creese, 

Sgt. Kennerdell E. George, Pvt. Frank D. Murray, 

Corp. Michael Mellody, Pvt. George A. Gillaum, 

Corp. Ray. J. Covery, Pvt. James C. Kennedy. 


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“KAMERAD! ! !” 
“KAMERAD, HELL!” 


68 







Hints to the Soldier 


Before getting your discharge papers read all of Guy Empey’s works and 
study them carefully because he thought up better stories than you can and 
was paid for it. You may use some of his stories when you tell the folks 
about it. Warn all your friends who may visit you to agree with everything 
you say. Failure to do this will make you out a liar sometime during the 
next half century. Wear your hobnails to the first dance. They will attract 
attention to you. Tell the folks what the S. O. S. was, but guard your words 
carefully. You may be S. O. L. if you don’t. Spring some French on the 
girls. Tell them they are “toot sweet.” They won’t know what you are 
talking about and will believe it is something Frenchy. When anyone asks, 
“Were you there?” always say you were. Be careful, however, that they 
were not there before you were. 

Forget about “cooties.” Whenever you squirm blame it on shell shock. 
If you have’nt a wound stripe explain that you were wounded but did’nt 
wish to leave the army flat on it’s back so you stuck to the front. You 
refused to go to a hospital and so did’nt get the stripe. If they ask to see 
the wound evade the request skilfully by saying, “Modesty is the best policy.” 

Don’t line up before the breakfast table. It is’nt civil etiquette. Mother 
is the mess sergeant and she does’nt swear or smoke cigarettes when dishing 
out the coffee. By all means break yourself of the habit of bathing once a 
month. It is’nt tolerated any place but the army. If you intend to travel 
do not let the freight car habit grow on you. It may lead to your arrest. 
Never carry hard tack or crackers around in your pocket. Break yourself 
of the walking habit. It is cheaper to ride than buy shoe leather. Dress 
up on Decoration day and “kid” the wise guys who are sorry they did’itt 
get over and into the thick of it. They did’nt have the same opportunity 
as you for they closed the recruiting stations too soon. 

Do not tell anyone that they were yellow. There are too many better 
words to use. Always remember that day when the Germans nearly got you 
and when some of your “buddies” did’nt get back and refuse to buy anything 
coming from Germany. Teach your children and their children the same 
creed. Hate Germans no matter if you did lick them. Remember you must 
buy postage stamps and buy your breeches. Don’t throw your “woolens” 
away as you did, to watch them crawl. 

When the vaudeville act comes on with blaring of trumpets and plays 
taps, reveille, pay call, etc., etc., tell everyone around you, in a loud voice, 
what they are playing. By doing this you will make yourself popular. 
Don’t talk to the city police like you did to the M. P., they may call a patrol 
wagon. 


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Ambulance Companies 


Ohio gave four ambulance companies to the War Department 
and to the 37th Division and from the minute these organiza¬ 
tions drove into the Baccarat Sector until the last of the wounded 
were carried away on November 11, 1918, the men were working 
under shell fire. The duties of the men in the ambulance sec¬ 
tion kept them busy night and day. It was no easy task to 
drive an ambulance over a bad road, full of bumps and holes, 
especially when the German artillery was dropping shrapnel and 
gas at the cross-roads ahead and all around the landscape. 

Up ahead the Infantry and Machine Gunners were fighting, 
were suffering and dying. They needed medical attention and 
regardless of their own danger the ambulance sections drove 
forward into the very front lines and brought the injured back 
to the dressing stations and from there to the evacuation hos¬ 
pitals. There are many men in the 37th Division who owe 
their lives to the prompt and fearless work of the Ambulance 
•Sections. 

Where roads were too muddy horse drawn vehicles were used. 
The sight of the Red Cross on the ambulances and the litter 
bearers hurrying forward put new hope and life into those men 
•who were suffering from wounds. In the first drive in Belgium 
the advance station, for the ambulance companies, was under 
shell fire almost continuously. 

These organizations are formed almost entirely of men from 
Ohio, and one finds many college and high school boys among 
the enlisted personnel. And, too, there are hospitals in the 
states whose internes are now serving in these units. 

The four ambulance companies were under the command of 
Major William Dale. Officers in direct charge of companies are 
Captain R. C. Gill, 145th; Captain H. E. Boucher 146th; 
Captain Charles Maertz, 147th, and Captain H. J. Gordon of the 
148th. 


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TRYING TO GET A SOFT BED 



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War Crosses 



DISTINGUISHED SERVICE CROSS 

Colonel F. W. Galbraith, Jr., 147th Infantry. 

Sergeant Byron Hamilton, 145th Infantry. 

Corporal George Hadnett, 145th Infantry. 

Pvt. 1 cl. John A. Doll, 145th Infantry (deceased). 

Private Pasquale Digiacomo. 145th Infantry. 

Sergeant Percy S. Blond, 146th Infantry. 

Corporal Vincent C. Porter, 146th Infantry. 

Lieutenant Philip R. Colebank, 147th Infantry (deceased). 
Sergeant Morris Oamodt, 148th Infantry. 

Mechanic Floyd A. Hughes, 146th Infantry. 

Sergeant Paul A. Smithisler, 112th Engineers. 

Sergeant Herbert W. Flesher, 112th Engineers. 

Private Walter Mack, 135th Machine Gun Battalion. 
Private John Warman, 135th Machine Gun Battalion. 
Sergeant Louis Hechtel, 146th Infantry 
Captain Victor Heintz, 147th Infantry. 

Lieut. Col. Timothy Moynahan, 146th Infantry. 

Lieut. Francis X. Schumacher, 148th Infantry. 

Private Wilk Gunckle, 148th Infantry. 

Private Clifford C. Loucks, 112th Engineers. 

Private Joseph T. Atkinson, 112th Engineers. 


BELGIAN WAR CROSSES AWARDED BY JUNG ALBERT. 
Division Headquarters. 

Colonel Dana T. Merrill, Chief of Staff. 

Colonel W. H. Sage, Jr., Division Engineers. 

Lt. Col. Herbert J. Twelvetree, Asst. Chief of Staff, G-l. 

Major Sumner Waite, Asst. Chief of Staff, G-3. 

Major Charles Chambers, Division Machine Gun Officer. 

Lt. Col. Byron Bargar, Division Inspector. 

Colonel Louis Brechmin, Division Surgeon. 

Lt. Col. Otto Miller, Division Ordnance Officer. 

Lt. Col. Chalmers R. Wilson, Division Signal Officer. 

Brig. General William Fassett, 73rd Brigade. 

Brig. General William Jackson, 74th Brigade. 

John F. Herget, Division Chaplain. 

Lieut. Frazer Clark. 

Captain Howard Fenker. 

Regtl. Sgt. Major Clark Lechliter. 

Field Clerk Willard Smith. 

Sgt. Major Harold Haas. 

Sgt. Harold Kennard. 

Bn. Sgt. Major Gerald Malone. 

Colonel James N. Pickering, 146th Infantry. 

Colonel Frank Gerlach, 145th Infantry. 

Lieut. Ralph Jones, 73rd Brigade. 

Major Harry Hazlett, 135th Machine Gun. 

. Colonel F. W. Galbraith, 147th Infantry. 

Colonel G. W. Stewart, 148th Infantry. 


Marshall Whaley, 
Elmer Schultz, 
Henry Edwards, 
Edward Schnieder, 
Rafford Pease, < 
Walter Meyers, 


145th Infantry. 

Peter Homick, 
Frank Webb, 
Lawrence Amos, 
Francis Gregory, 
Joseph Stout, 
Charles Casey. 

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War Crosses 


George Strick, 
Charles Ustine, 
Justin McElroy, 
Charles Murphy, 
John Porosky, 
Jesse Weitloff, 
Harry Higgins, 
Edwin Brophy, 
Noah Wagner, 
Chester Phillips, 


146th Infantry. 

George Meyers, 
Donald Ealy, 

Glen Byers, 

Claire Huff, 

Charles Richardson, 
Frank Bakes, 

Henry Oster, 
Caciale Donato, 
Aaron Funk, 

Elmer Jefferies, 


135th Machine Gun Battalion. 


Earle Williams, 
Robert Shuggart, 
Merrill Ellis, 

John Crawley, 
Richard Burgdord, 
Orson Abbey, 
Floyd Cornell, 

Fred Buehler, 
George Sagar, 
Isadore Dube, 

Earl McCreary, 
Harry Lowry, 
Edward Kurtz, 
Howard Zimmer, 
Howard Bruegger, 
William Nelson, 
John Saville, 

Leo Knaggs, 
Edward Johnsick. 


Carl Lovett, 

Norman Ervin, 

Allan Surles, 

John Frisk, 

Verne Ramuz, 

Thomas McCormick. 

147th Infantry. 

Lieut. John W. Renner (killed in action). 
Edward Flinn, 

Delbert Pauchot, 

Howard Ellis, 

George Bundshuh, 

Richard Warrener, 

John L. Clark, 

Glen Winslow, 

Russell Dierks, 

Leo H. Shaw, 

Charles Taylor. 

148th Infantry. 


Edward Kennedy, 

Carl Schrader, 

Rodney Cullen, 

Roy Starline, 

Robert Johnson. 

Herbert McNally, 

Albert Steevan, 

Foster Morgan, 

George Wilson, 

John W. 


Benjamin Highsmith 
Edwin Duyea, 

Roy Kearns, 

Wiik Gunckle, 
Morris Oamodt. 
Arthur Schmidt, 
Ottie Case, 

Carl Keasler, 

Francis Schumaker, 
Maxwell. 


136th Machine Gun Battalion. 


K. T. Siddall, 
Harry Rodgers, 
Clyde Rew, 


Fred Stark, 

Oscar Hanson, 
George Kovacevich. 



Price Johnson, 
Norman Hartley, 
John Marti, 
Harry Pierce, 
Harold Roth, 


112th Engineers. 

Forrest Sterrett, 
Donald Pancoast, 
William Tomanek, 
Nathan Jones, 
Harry Churchill. 


112th Sanitary Train. 


Harry Snively, 
Morse Osborn, 
Leroy Bradford, 
Fred Eyestone, 
Robert Garvin, 


Lawrence McGinnis, 
Guy Giffan, 

James Rae, 

Samuel Hicks, 


112th 

Paul Meek, 

Robert Fisher, 
Floyd Baker, 
Homer Wells, 
William Anderson, 


Field Signal Battalion. 

Herbert Morgan, 
Kenneth Sherwood, 
Ray Burrill, 

Elde Carrier, 

Chauncey Hollinghead, 
Erenst C. Mourer. 


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A YANKEE DOUGH BOY SWOOPS DOWN ON A 
GERMAN MACHINE GUN NEST 



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Itinerary of Division 


Ohio, 

Montgomery, Alabama, 
Camp Lee, Petersburg, Va. 
Washington, D. C., 

New York, 

Hoboken, N. J., 

Brest, France, 

Morlaix, 

Guingamp, 

Brieuc, 

Rennes, 

Laval, 

Le Mans, 

Tours, 

Bourges, 

Nevers, 

Beaune, 

Dijon, 

Bourmont, 

Neufchateau, 

Toul, 

Nancy, 

Luneville, 

Bacc&rat, 

Commercy, 

Bar-le-duc, 


Recicourt, 

Mountfaucon, 

Euvizin, 

Pagney sur Meuse, 
Chaumont, 

Troyes, 

Provins, 

Paris, 

Clermont, 

Amiens, 

Abbeville, 

Boulogne, 

Calais, 

Dunkirk, Belgium, 
Bergues, 

St. Jean, 

Ypres, 

Audenarde, 

Deynze, 
Cruyshautem, 
Hoondschoot, 
Wormhoudt, France, 
Rouen, 

Evreux, 

Laigle, 

Alencon. 


75 


Last Days of War 

Like hornets the men of the Buckeye State went forward 
in two drives in Belgium, stinging, harassing and striking the 
Hun again and again, forcing retreat in every instance. The 
second drive began on the morning of November 10th. In the 
village of Synghem, on the banks of the Escaut (Scheldt), the 
Infantry and Machine Gun battalions were massed for the attack. 
Dawn found them crossing the river in the very teeth of a machine 
gun counter-attack by the Germans. Behind them thundered 
the Belgian Artillery and Death sped over and on into the east. 

Brigade heads were established by infantrymen and engineers 
who swam the icy waters and after enduring great hardships, 
as hard as those of Valley Forge, the bridges were anchored. 
Across them trotted the “dough-boys” and the Boche fell back 
to new positions. Funk holes or “fox” holes were built on the 
crest of the hill just beyond the river, a bare kilometer from the 
town of Synghem, and the men rested through the night. 

On the morning of November 11, peace rumours filled the 
air. There was no direct communication with the front line 
and the men were scheduled to go “Over the Top” again at 10 
o’clock. In the rear at Chateau De Huyssee an airplane circled 
and a cylinder carrying a message plunged through the air and 
into the soft earth. Radio sparks gleaned the message through 
the air. The war was to cease at 11 o’clock. Hostilities were 
to end. No more horrors and misery. 

Up in the front the men were preparing to advance again. 
Cartridges were counted and machine guns oiled. All was in 
readiness and in a calm manner, so peculiar to the Americans, 
the men were smoking the final cigarette before the day’s work. 
Then an officer appeared and announced that the war was over. 
Holy Moses. For a minute the news stunned them. Then, 
like true Americans, they accepted the announcement as a matter 
of course and with “dough-boy” appetite opened their “Iron 
Rations” took a swig from their canteen, rolled another cigarette 
and began to wonder when they would go home. Their work 
was finished—and well done. 


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AFTER ONE OF JERRY’S SHELLS HAD 
EXPLODED CLOSE BY 



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They Also Served 

Officers and men of the Buckeye Division would have been 
'‘Out of Luck” in France and Belgium had it not been for the 
Y. M. C. A., the K. of C. and the Salvation Army. Cigarettes 
and tobacco, a necessity in the life of every soldier, were few 
and far between and as treasures to the men until these organi¬ 
zations happened around and opened canteens. There was no 
other place to purchase these luxuries and many an hour was 
passed away in blissful contentment over a “weed” or “fag” 
brought to the front in automibiles or by foot. 

In all the drives, from the south to the north, the tired soldier 
found someone waiting for him. The Salvation Army lassies 
produced the doughnut and real American pies. France has no 
place in its menu for pies but the Salvation Army inserted 
pumpkin pies beneath the belts of the A. E. F. The K. of C., 
realizing the small pocketbooks of the A. E. F. gave cigarettes 
chocolate, cigars, towels and soap to the men. 

Y. M. C. A. canteens and workers were everywhere. No 
one knew just how they managed to get around where the 
fighting was—but they were there. Cakes, candies, chewing gum 
and cigars were found in barns, old buildings and any place 
where a sales room could be established. Entertainers from 
Y. M. C. A. circuits put laughs in throats where sobs had been 
ten minutes before. 

And the Red Cross, those who administered to the sick and 
wounded. To them belongs the greatest praise of all. They 
helped the sufferers who had reason to be sad. A wounded man 
entering a hospital found himself improving when he heard the 
voice of an American girl. And, as he became delirious they 
blended into his mother, or his sister, or his sweetheart, and 
they played their parts well. The 37th Division led them a 
merry chase, from southern Baccarat to northern Ypres, and 
through the mud of Flanders but they were there, every one, 
when the lads came back from the lines, after every drive and 
until the end. 


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HERE WE ARE: 

Tell Us What You Think of It 



INTRODUCING 

Don Palmer, just escaping from the A. E. F. This accounts for the cartoons. Anyone 
in the army as long as he has been, is not responsible for anything. He draws with his left 
hand because he is different. While a gentleman in civil life he divided his time between draw¬ 
ing cartoons for newspapers and having friends behind the bars "draw” one for him. After 
patronizing free lunch counters until he was found out, he joined the Machine Gun Company 
of the 145th Infantry. During the Argonne drive, as a Division Observor, he was sent to the 
front to draw the enemy’s fire. Between battles he became an actor with the Flanders Revue. 
This was more dangerous than a battle but he escaped with his life. He may marry and settle 
down so that future Palmer generations can go to Officers’ Training Camps for the next war. 
The rag around his neck covers a boil. That is all that is the matter with him. The dog 
accompanied him during the entire time he sojourned in France. In the future and in the 
past you may see DON PALMER at work in the art room of THE TOLEDO TIMES. At 
Camp Sheridan, Alabama, he cartooned for The Sheridan Reveille. 

AND 

Jack Koons, who looks like the cartoon. In Cincinnati, his home grazing grounds, he 
was compelled to wear a mask to keep from scaring the ladies to death. The floor beneath 
his feet is covered with cigarette stubs, but you can't see them. He forgot how to write the 
day he was born and has never learned since. As a Division Observor he inhabited dugouts 
and bomb proof cellars along with the rest of the rats. The melancholy expression on his 
face is because the state went dry. He thought he would look good in a uniform and joined 
the old First Ohio Infantry. Because he was farsighted and wore glasses he was placed in 
the Observation Section. At Camp Sheridan, Alabama, he took life easy on The Sheridan 
Reveille, the only daily paper in the world published by soldiers. In civil life he "got by” 
on The Cincinnati Enquirer. He didn’t get by in the army. He doesn’t want to get married 
because if no one marries there won’t be anyone to fight another war. He confesses that he 
never saw Paris. His hobby is Eating but not paying for it. He doesn’t knit and is not a 
pugilist. He is a pacifist. In the future you can look for Jack Koons in the old soldier’s 
home or the navy. 


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